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We love quiet...When the woods are rustled by the wind, we fear
not, for after all, the wind is the voice of the
Creator. ...his insistence
that the spheres really had their music; but his denial of the preacher's
right to tell him how he must listen... Big Book
pg. 10 Reprinted with
permission A.A.W.S. I felt lifted up,
as though the great clean wind of a mountain top blew through and through.
God comes to most men gradually, but His impact on me was sudden and
profound. Big Book
pg. 14 Reprinted with
permission A.A.W.S. ...we had to
fearlessly face the proposition that either God is everything or
else He is nothing. Big Book
pg. 53 Reprinted with
permission A.A.W.S. Great Mystery may I remember to listen to your voice in the wind!
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